This post was created in response to RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE 5-18-20
THE RACE TO MYSTERY
Will you run with me
To the hidden forest glen?
Race To mystery.
The Race To Mystery
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The Circle Of the Sylph
This post is created in response to FANDANGO’S FOWC CHALLENGE.
OUR WORD FOR THE DAY IS CIRCLE.
THE CIRCLE OF THE SYLPH
By J. Lillie
The forest wandered
Into my soul. I got lost
There in the trees.
The circle of the Sylph sang
My name, and I was long gone.
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Thinking Into Spring As I Listen To Nathalie Stutzmann
Stutzmann sings”Ebarme Dich”.
I think into Spring.
Her wrists like rainbows
Rise and bend with rhythm
An aria stretching the skies
With sorrow.
That price of hope
Is the last supper of explanations,
A call to cloister to hide away,
To hide the seed
On warmish nights when frost could still fall.
So what was can die
And what will be,
Can be what is.
Does the song make me grieve,
At all
This loss of what was cold?
The winter of discontent?
No.
That is a mercy.
This is Spring.
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A Gypsy’s Conflict
This post is written in response to Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge.
Follow that link to learn the rules and to read the work of other poets.
Here is mine:
A GYPSY’S CONFLICT
by J. Lillie
A Gypsy’s conflict
Lays hold and won’t let me go.
Wandering vine.
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Walking From Winter
Late February,
Snow settles its yearly debt.
I am left without.
I grab the pots off the shelf in the Walmart. It’s time to start the garden even while the snow pack is three feet thick. Ice has made the ground as hard as my heart. Will I admit, as I shovel the Miracle-Grow left over from last year, that I am angry at the world?
Walking From Winter
A reality repeats
Like a season’s turn.
I place the seeds of life, three in one: three tomato…three pepper.. three cucumber in a rhythm that reminds me like the repeated infiltration of a knife to the heart….To the heart those raping winds still blow. “Beware the Ides of March”.
Surviving the storms
I walk away from winter
No longer in it.
As the garden sprouts on my window sill, I have to admit embracing life is better than lamenting its pain, its fear, its heartache. For all that, there is beauty too. That is worth more than all this trouble I have given myself by letting in a worthless winter of discontent.
It’s not time to plant.
Yet it’s too late to give up
Forgiving winter.
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The Laughter Of Flowers
This post is written in response to RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.
The Laughter Of Flowers
b y J. Lillie
The might of winter
Gives way to the slight of spring,
Laughter of flowers
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And That Is Time
Time is my boy,
Tumbling on the mats
At the YMCA into
Manhood.
A Cycle
Of hands over legs, feet over fists,
A fumble of again and
Again in
A drunken stumble,
Never straight line
Into the future.
That was yesterday’s fall, failure/success
Depending on who you ask.
Into the yawning maw of unknowing,
The fete’ accomplis
Is generally knowing how
The cookie crumbles
When the acrobat crushes it in his stride.
Take the crumbs and put them
In my cup.
And that is time.
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Is Everywhen: Tanka Poetry
Eternity flows
From God’s eyes into men’s hearts.
We live in time then
Die in forevers As God
Who is everywhen watches.
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Winter Still Holds On: Haiku
Jonquils in full bloom
Bend tender heads in sorrow.
Winter still holds on.
Yes I know it is April 25th. Yes the spring flowers are all popped through and the daffodils (jonquils) are in full bloom. Still we have more snow in the forecast tomorrow and Monday. The good news is it will not last.
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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge CCCII: Bat&Cat
Here is my entry for THE RONOVAN WRITES WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE.
Winged warrior flaps
In feline ninja’s sharp teeth.
Both shall pay the price.
Lillie-Put 